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"Soldiers, lacking clothing and food?" Jiang Han asked.
Yes, they truly need your help; they are defending their homeland! Lin Qingyue said earnestly.
Jiang Han pondered for a moment. There is a way to solve this. How about this: you hand over this ten Wan Dajun to His Majesty!
Let them belong to His Majesty, and they will receive their military pay and provisions, allowing them to continue defending the nation. What do you think?
Upon hearing this, Lin Qingyue was instantly petrified, unable to utter a single word!
Yan Dong and Cen Ya, who had been somewhat moved earlier, suddenly turned pale at this scene.
So it turns out that all the talk about defending the homeland was just a ploy to gain sympathy!
If you truly cared about the soldiers, it would be simple: just hand them over to His Majesty.
After all, His Majesty is trading with Shopkeeper Jiang; he can definitely ensure the survival of these soldiers.
What’s wrong? No words now? Isn’t it that you’re reluctant to give up your military power?
Jiang Han said mockingly: You are completely unaware of your own faults.
You still love power so much. Let me give you a piece of advice: if you want my forgiveness, then give up everything you currently possess and become a beggar in the capital.
If you can do that, I will forgive you and treat you as a regular customer for trade!
Ah? A beggar in the capital? You would humiliate me like this? Lin Qingyue was horrified.
Jiang Han leaned back in his chair and said leisurely: It’s mutual! Besides, I know you won’t do it; that’s why I say it!
You, Lin Qingyue, love power the most. I just want to make you give up all your power!
The choice is already given to you! How to choose is entirely up to you!
Yan Dong, see our guest out. We still need to rest; dawn is approaching, and we need to prepare poetry.
Yan Dong stepped forward, signaling Lin Qingyue that she could leave.
Lin Qingyue glanced at the scene in the courtyard, seeing Cen Ya and Yan Dong dressed in beautiful robes, holding mysterious weapons.
Instantly, her heart filled with resentment. If only she hadn’t sought out Che Chengyun back then, all these things would have been hers.
But even though she felt unwilling, she was still escorted out by Yan Dong.
Yan Dong closed the door and said beside Jiang Han: Shopkeeper Jiang, it will soon be dawn; court is after dawn. Let’s rest for now!
No way! Just a few hours? What’s there to sleep about? Let me show you something interesting!
This thing is called a Projector! Jiang Han never shortchanges himself when it comes to work.
It can travel between worlds and bring along a small generator; he managed to get all these Projector items over!
Though there was no internet here, having downloaded the relevant movies in advance and stored them in the Projector was sufficient.
Quickly, an outdoor cinema appeared. Jiang Han instructed Yan Dong to arrange several sofas in a concave shape in the courtyard, and then brought over a few blankets. They settled onto the sofas, covered themselves with the blankets, and began watching the movie.
Time passed swiftly, and soon it was dawn. Yan Dong had already gotten off the sofa and was delivering the poetry prepared by Jiang Han to the palace.
Inside the palace, the morning court session had begun. Su Qianxue handled various court matters as usual while also receiving the poetry sent by Yan Dong. The moment she read the verses, her admiration for Jiang Han deepened. Such exquisite poetry could only be crafted by Jiang Xian.
At that moment, Jiu Zhu, Hong Qianjun, and Mu Jinkun had already arrived from the side hall.
"Your Majesty, I will personally oversee today's competition!" Mu Jinkun stepped forward with cupped fists.
As soon as these words were spoken, all the civil and military officials were taken aback.
"That Mu Jinkun is one of the Four Talents of Xia Kingdom," one official murmured. "To personally participate in the second round of competition is quite a bold move!"
As one of Xia Kingdom's Four Talents and a top scholar, Mu Jinkun's involvement indicated that Da Zhou was in serious trouble.
"Indeed, gentlemen," another official chimed in. "Mu Jinkun is extraordinary; he has outshone many talents from Xia Kingdom!"
"It seems our Emperor may lose this time," several Civil and Military Officials expressed their doubts about Su Qianxue.
Mu Jinkun's reputation for poetry had spread far and wide; he had become a revered figure throughout Xia Kingdom. Moreover, just a year ago, he had triumphed over scholars from various nations to win the Wen Zhuang title in Xia Kingdom’s capital, a feat that had become known across all realms.
Jiu Zhu felt a surge of confidence upon hearing others praise Mu Jinkun. "Mu Jinkun is one of my palace's men," she thought proudly. "Among my three men—one scholar, one warrior, and one monk—each is a renowned figure in their own right."
"Da Zhou Emperor," she asked with pride, "now that Mu Jinkun has personally come to compete, are you still willing to face him? And what will be today's competition topic?"
Seeing this scene unfold, Su Qianxue couldn't help but chuckle lightly. "Mu Jinkun," she said teasingly, "if you lose this time, you might just find yourself facing execution."
"Have you thought it through?"
"Now, if you withdraw, I can give you this opportunity."
Ahahaha, "Great Zhou Emperor," I dare say, in all the world, few can surpass me, "Mu Jinkun," in the realm of literature!
"Mu Jinkun" laughed heartily, brimming with confidence. "The few who can best me are all titans of the "Xia Guo Literary Circle." They are not here right now, so in this round, I will surely win."
"What if you lose?" "Su Qianxue" asked.
"Your Majesty, the "External Minister" cannot possibly lose."
Please reveal the topic for tomorrow's competition, "Mu Jinkun" calmly gestured to "Su Qianxue."
"Alright, the topic for the second round tomorrow will still be border defense. "Mu Jinkun," you may begin by composing poetry," "Su Qianxue" said plainly.
"Mu Jinkun" nodded. Hearing that the topic was again about border defense, he shook his head slightly in mockery of the "Great Zhou Dynasty," for lacking any new topics to propose.
After pondering for a moment, he continued, "External Minister, I have already prepared my draft and can now recite my poem!"
"So fast?"
"Incredible!"
The group of "Great Zhou Civil and Military Officials" did not expect "Mu Jinkun" to write poetry so quickly.
Lord Wang thought to himself, has it only been a little over ten seconds? Has he finished already? Truly worthy of being the "Wen Zhuang" of the "Xia Kingdom"!
"Please recite your poem!" "Su Qianxue" said.
With pride and confidence, "Mu Jinkun" began to recite:
"This poem is a seven-character quatrain titled 'Yue Han':
Alone with my golden cup as night descends,
The moonlight coldly shines upon my round table!
A gust comes through, thin as a soldier's cloak,
In the north and south, both sides feel the chill!"
After reciting it, he raised his hand to signal the "Great Zhou Civil and Military Officials" to appreciate his work.
The officials nodded in agreement as they contemplated the poem and then turned their gazes toward "Su Qianxue," eager to see her side's poetry.
Suddenly, "Mu Jinkun" exclaimed: "Wait a moment, Great Zhou Emperor! I would like to raise my bet!"
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